When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2187

With every prestigious door closed, Chelsea could only forward her résumé to small private companies.

Most were run by owners who barely understood balance sheets. When they saw her six-figure salary expectation, they burst into mocking laughter.

Only then did she realize that in such outfits she would earn, at best, one to two thousand a month.

That figure was still high because she spoke several languages and could double as an overseas interpreter.

Though the prospect pained her pride, necessity won. She accepted a secretary position at a modest firm.

When she told Jason, his expression tightened. "Chelsea, you don't need to work. I can support you."

He knew the job she had taken was painfully ordinary. As someone of modest means himself, he understood the slights and injustices that she might face in tiny companies.

"Don't ever say you'll support me again. I don't like it. I'm not useless—I can work, I can earn, I can look after myself. Being with you doesn't turn you into my paycheck." Chelsea wore a solemn expression.

Seeing her get mad, Jason clamped his mouth shut.

"Okay, I won't bring it up again."

Chelsea gave a decisive nod. "Good. We move forward together."

Meanwhile, at Rainsworth Manor, Cecilia was keeping an eye on the children while Elena was playing games with her friends.

One of the women leaned forward. "So, tell me—how are Chelsea's blind dates going? I've a nephew who just flew home from abroad. I swear the two of them would talk for hours."

Phoebe flicked a card onto the table. "That girl ignores every word we say. She refuses to meet anyone, so we may as well drop the idea altogether."

Of course, Elena dared not mention that Chelsea was currently holed up with a broke nobody. Family shame stayed behind closed doors.

If Chelsea finally came to her senses and dumped Jason, the matchmaking could resume, and perhaps she would yield a husband worth bragging about.

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